There’s a small town in Central Florida where people still wave at strangers, the pace of life moves slower than a Sunday afternoon, and the biggest drama of the week is probably who brought the best dish to the church potluck.
That town is Wildwood, Florida, and it’s the kind of place that makes you wonder why you ever thought you needed a crowded city to have a good life.
Now, before you scroll past thinking this is just another puff piece about some sleepy little town with a gas station and a blinking traffic light, hold on a second.
Wildwood is genuinely special…